Tag / relationships

by Carol J Forrester

Sunrise

Dawn broke like a bottle

and light fell as glass shards

through the sun bleached curtains

your mother bought for us

the month after we were married.

When they found the bed,

empty sheets burned gold,

the creases marked out in silver

an echo of our bodies

traced in the unmade,

and a slip of perfect pressed linen

still held taught

where I’d drawn a line

on the very last night

that I’d allowed you in

before shutting turning the locks

for good.

Title Prompt:Sunrise (courtesy of Nandina Varma)

I found the prompt for this poem on twitter and it fits quite nicely as I have another poem from a while back that was featured on the site Eyes & Words called Sunsets. It’s supposed to be a NaPoWriMo Day One prompt but I’ve already written one poem today, so it looks like this is a spare.

by Carol J Forrester

Tanaga – Betrayed

Tongue tied behind your pearl teeth,

I plucked roses from the wreath

of flowers wrapped round my arms

now wilted much like your charms.

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Tonight I’m combining the Daily Post Prompt Betrayed and dVerse Thursday night ‘Meet The Bar’ prompt to write a Tanaga.

A Tanaga is a poem with four lines per stanza, and seven syllables per line. This is my attempt at writing a short Tanaga to get myself back in the poetry mood before April arrives with all the madness of NaPoWriMo.

by Carol J Forrester

Alight

We kicked the sheets to the foot of the bed

where they twisted like ropes,

caught us around our ankles,

legs already woven into each other,

pricked over in fresh sweat

that made their clinging embrace too much

for the fire under our skins.

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Tonight’s prompt for the DVerse Poets Quadrille night is fire! 

by Carol J Forrester

Dust Blind

When the facts were laid out it made sense.

One by one

I could pinpoint where everything fell apart,

where the track first bent

sudden and broken into barren desert,

the initial dust cloud the only cover you needed

to keep me from realising what exactly had happened.

 

I didn’t understand where the thorns came from,

why I had to pull them out from under my skin,

when they had even found their way beneath it.

Surely there should have been a warning,

a prickle of pain or a bolt of lightening,

small or large,

there should have been something to say

this was not right.

 

By the time I noticed you’d carried on,

left me standing stranded

miles away from the path

I’d thought we were following,

night had fallen.

 

For a while I still thought

you might come back.

Daily Post: Fact

by Carol J Forrester

Peaceful

Sleep drunk you curl into me,

mutter half a sentence,

and slip away again.

These mornings,

where the sun sneaks in

past the darkness of the blinds

to trip across the covers

in soft waterfalls of light

I latch my legs into yours,

find a rib to cling to,

tuck my head into the hollow

beneath chest and chin

and let myself breath

slowly.

unworried by the tussle of hair,

rumple of sheets,

tangle of chores waiting downstairs,

I lie here with you.

Daily Prompt: Messy